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Sunday, March 24, 2013

yesterday was an afternoon/early evening with a friend we haven't seen in a long time. fancy cheese, crusty bread, chilled chardonnay. both kids running around, wreaking havoc and taking names. my 19 month old ate fistfuls of truffled gouda and i envisioned him a culinary genius, opening his own restaurant and saving a table in the kitchen for his parents. maybe he just likes to eat cheese, though.
for whatever reason, someone spelled out S-O-U-L in conversation. and the five year old, she piped in and said 'that spells soul!' we stopped and blinked. her first time figuring out a word without looking at the letters. she has been reading for weeks now but this? this was different. b was so excited her gave her a handful of chocolate chips. chocolate is gold in this household, folks. pure gold.

and the firsts? they just keep on coming.

you don't mind if i come and go from here, right? if i sometimes back away into a corner and let my words stack on top of each other, collecting dust and webs. i didn't think so.

I do the same rise and retreat. The living has become more important than capturing the living. I do believe there are firsts every day. I receive an e-news letter called "Second Firsts" :) And there are so many more after that. I look for those firsts in my own growth steps so I can pat myself on the back and say "YES! Do more of that!!!!"